Goth Librarian Novels & Stories

The quiet librarian? The proxy bride? The girl who bleached her soul to save a library?

Since it was still day time, I knew I couldn't go to the gardens, I didn't have my usual jobs any longer as I would be serving the queen herself and so I made my way to the one place I knew there wouldn't be anybody, not even Merilyn, the library. This time around, I needed some time alone to collect my thoughts and get myself back together. I wasn't going to be reading any books, or at least that's what I thought. When I got there, as expected, there was only the Librarian. The Lycans never really cared about the books, I wondered why they needed a library in the palace. The Librarian was an old woman, she was a werewolf as well. She was so lucky, at least she didn't have to deal with the L

She looked up as we crashed onto the marble floor, her eyes—one gold, one silver—studying us with interest. "Well," she said, her voice like music and thunder combined. "This is unexpected. Escaped prisoners, a dying human, a guilt-ridden fledgling vampire, and—" Her mismatched eyes fixed on me. "—the little witch who opened the door. How fascinating." She set down her quill and stood, moving with a grace that made it clear she was something far more than human. "Welcome," she said, spreading her arms, "to the Library of Lost Deeds. I am the Librarian. And you, my unexpected guests, have a choice to make."

“But I have to prepare. What if Alexei is one? I can't help but feel insecure. He said he wouldn't abandon me, but that’s a lie. He’s not one of them, so he doesn't understand the pull of a soulmate. If a human can't leave someone, imagine how a werewolf must feel about a mate.” When I raised my head, a girl was looking at me like I was crazy. “Haha... good read!” I said awkwardly, scurrying away toward the front desk. I walked up to the librarian. “I would love to borrow this,” I said. She examined the book. She was beautiful and fair-skinned, appearing to be in her early thirties. Her eyes reminded me of someone, though I couldn't remember who. “Ahem,” she cleared her throat to get my atte

I swiftly hid myself behind the nearest column before Bruce looked in my direction. “We’re like creepy stalkers,” Gugu complained and hid too. “You’re a ghost, Gugu.” I reminded her and she just gave me a pout. Bruce entered the library. We hurried up to catch up. I roamed my sight when I lost sight of Bruce. My eyes laid at the librarian first. She looked at me from head to toe. I just gave her a small bow before entering her territory and she responded with a small smile. I was stunned for seconds because of that. She was one of the terror profs in the university and making her smile was nearly impossible. No one dared to make a noise in her den, not even the resonating click-clack of heel

The walls around us seemed to close, and the dim lights flickered, casting long, dancing shadows that seemed to move with a life of their own. After an eternity, the tunnel widened into a grand alcove. The car stopped, and we entered a vast, opulent underground library. The space was breathtaking, with towering bookshelves filled with ancient tomes and scrolls. In the center of this grand library stood a raised platform adorned with intricate carvings and glowing runes. Atop the platform, surrounded by an array of ritualistic artifacts, was a grand, ornate chair. Seated in this chair, exuding an aura of power and menace, was the vampire Lord Oskar Starlyn.

I left the meeting house and went outside I needed to do research on the black wolf coven so I walked the short distance to the library, honestly I love the library, when I walked into the library all heads turned to me I nodded at all of them and carried on walking to the shelf that held information on other covens, I felt a presence next to me, it was the librarian "May I help you look for something, my queen?" "Yes please, any information you have on the black wolf coven please" I asked grateful that he came to help, he nodded and got to looking he looked on the top shelf I looked on the middle, then the librarian, Mitch, looked on the bottom shelf but neither of us could find the book

Some glowed as Lina’s had, while others pulsated with darkness, or shot off sparks that danced silently in the air. The Librarian’s were everywhere, on every level of the library. I wanted to ask Orion what he thought their official jobs were, because they didn’t seem to be doing much other than prowling the stacks with their creepy, elongated limbs and their ominous click, click, clicking. If it were up to me I’d fire them all. Literally, I’d set them all on fire. As we reached what had to be level fifty or sixty down, I noticed many of the stacks and shelves were charred. Everything seemed to be covered in a thick layer of soot. The scent changed from that of musk and dust to the remnants

“Yes actually.” “You know, the library that was set up here in the Blackstorm's mansion was built by me and it's also under my care. I received a message that you had borrowed a book from the library yesterday. And from what I gathered its genre was werewolf folklore. What is the title again, I seem to have forgotten.” He said, while rubbing his chin as though he was trying to recall something. ‘Oh no.’ I thought inwardly. ‘I hope he doesn't confront Thalia about it.’

"Be careful when borrowing this book. Actually, you can't take these books out. But since you got a special reference from someone, then I allow you." "Thank you very much," I kept saying to the librarian. I also hugged the three books that were quite thick and heavy and hurriedly left the library. While walking, I always try to avoid people. I don't care if they know me or not. I was really wary after the last incident. Warlocks can camouflage and disguise themselves as anyone. They can even hide the red mark on the forehead. "Wait, Jonea!" call someone from behind. I stopped and turned my head. "Why do I have to meet him in a place like this? Why did he say my name? I'd better run away and